Writing About Writing

I am tired of the shit I always write.
Why can't I do anything right?
Friends write better than me everyday,
I am a loser with each passing day.

For the umpteenth time, I pick up a pen,
I put it to paper, and let it dance away,
In it's wake it leaves a trace,
A trace of your ideas, and everything else.

Your hand waltzes with your pen on the paper,
Making visible the ideas deep within you.
The song ends and you look down,
A piece of your soul, preserved on paper,
Which everyone will see forever.

Write the thoughts hiding away,
Give them a chance to fly away.
They may soar and go far,
Or crash in burn into dust.

But just remember, either way
You have shown you are not afraid.
To show your ideas which others could not.
Hey there friend, that is a start.